A/N: thank you to all the people that have read this story, and especially to those of you that reviewed. It really means a lot. I worked hard to make this chapter longer than the last, but I don't think I succeeded very well...
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or any of its characters
Sherlock Holmes opened his eyes lazily. John's back was pressed against his stomach. He smiled and wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his head into John's neck. He breathed in deeply. John's warm scent engulfed his senses, and Sherlock sighed contently.
His partner, awake for some time now, felt Sherlock moving against him. He smiled and said quietly, "Good morning, Sherlock." Sherlock smiled.
"How'd you sleep, love?" Sherlock asked.
"Like a log."
"I could tell. Your snoring kept me awake until after two o'clock." John chuckled.
"Sorry."
"It was better than it could have been, anyways. Sometimes I have to get out of the flat, you're so loud."
John turned to face him. "No worse than your experiments in the bathroom when I'm trying to sleep," he said, "That wall is thinner than you'd think."
Sherlock smiled and kissed his partner softly. "All the walls in this house are thin," he said, "It makes you feel bad for Mrs. Hudson, having to put up with all the sounds that come out of this room sometimes."
John kissed Sherlock hard. "Want to make some more?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
A/N: don't worry, there will be sexy times to come ;)